Beach day at Cove Beach in Dubai, which is situated right next to the iconic Burj Al Arab, was off to a good start with a scrumptious late lunch accompanied with champagne. The sight of sand and waves instantly gets me in a good mood. I couldn’t wait to swim in the salty water and lay on the golden sand.
I must say, I’ve always been fascinated at the thought of swimming with or just seeing dolphins and so when my friend Cherie and I visited the beautiful coastal city of Hurghada in Egypt, and I found out that this was a common activity there, I knew already that the trip was worth it. Continue reading
Wouldn’t that be beautiful?
This is something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently. Probably due to the simple fact that I love to swim and I love oceans. With five oceans to explore, I decided to look at each one of them individually and how I envision ticking them off some type of ocean bucket list. Read on, we just might swim in every ocean. Continue reading
Writings on the wall is in quotes here because there is nothing tragic about these writings as the popular saying goes. Rather, I was interested in the actual writings on the wall in Old Town Mombasa – the graffiti.
I love old towns. This particular area reminded me of Stone Town, Zanzibar. The similar narrow streets, winding paths, old buildings and my favorite – the ornately, uniquely carved doors. Most distinctive about Mombasa’s Old Town though is the momentous Fort Jesus with its great architecture and history, just looking at the structure brought back memories of high school history lessons (cramming how Vasco da Gama discovered the sea route to India and so on and so forth). Continue reading
sea·scape (noun.) 1. a view of an expanse of sea. 2. a picture of a view of an expanse of sea.
I returned from Mombasa, Kenya two weeks ago where I spent a few days on the south coast of Kenya in an exquisitely beautiful area called Diani. I can still hear the ocean roar, taste the salt water and feel the sand grains and seaweed in between my toes. Continue reading